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“Ahh—Noah!” I cried as that orgasm hit unexpectedly.
He gathered me into his arms, into his lap, slick with sweat and clinging together.
Noah crushed me to his chest and held me. I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. I felt it well up in my chest, a feeling of something perfect and fleeting that I didn’t want to lose. I let him hold me and let a tear, just one, seep out the corner of my eye. I knew I loved him. I knew it for sure. I pressed one kiss to his chest, right over his heart. I wouldn’t tell him. It would just put pressure on him and make him uncomfortable. We knew this wasn’t even short-term. It was a hook-up, from pent up sexual tension, from being in each other’s faces so much and at odds over the job. And if he said nothing else seemed to matter, he was right. Except he meant it just in this moment, not all the time. Not like I was thinking about how maybe I could get a bigger, better job and still commute back to Rockford Falls to be with him. How maybe I’d just change my whole life plan to fit him into it if he’d just say he wanted me to. Nobody could ever say I didn’t go all in when I wanted something, that was for sure. I didn’t just hook up with the most aggravating man I ever met, I freaking fell in love with him, too.
“I like it when you scream my name,” he said with a chuckle. “It makes my day.”
“Glad I could help,” I said, and I tried to laugh but it wouldn’t come. I felt too much.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said. He tipped my face up so I had to meet his eyes.
“You sure?”
“As long as you don’t do that sexist thing where you call me darlin’ again, I’m good,” I said wryly.
“I just did it to get a rise out of you.”
“I think I got a rise out of you,” I said with a grin, feeling his cock stir against me.
“You can get a rise out of me anytime, and you often do, even when you don’t know it.”
“Now I know you wake up thinking of me,” I said archly, “that’s not bad for a girl’s ego.”
“You should know that. Even if you look at me and realize whatever anybody is saying to me, I’m thinking that I want to take you to bed and that’s all I’m thinking. If you’re anywhere near me or even if you’re not. You can give me so much shit about this. You could embarrass me over it, and there’s not a damn thing I could do to say you’re lying.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” I said.
“I know you wouldn’t. You’ll call me out on my bullshit a hundred times out of a hundred for damn sure, but you wouldn’t hurt me or try and make me look bad.”
“Do you know how much I have to trust you to be with you like this? I’m not talking about my job, although you could absolutely have me fired for fraternizing with a contracted employee—I mean to be like this with you, to be intimate, to be this close. I’m not sure I can explain it.”
“You don’t have to,” he said “I think I get it. You don’t let go of control easily. Maybe you been hurt before, or maybe you just like being the boss. Either way, when I feel you let go, give yourself over to me, I know it. I know it’s an honor. That you don’t give yourself away to just anybody. If that makes sense.”
“I think that covers it. Although you breezed right past the getting me fired part.”
“You think I want you fired? That I wanna deal with old mayor stick up his ass over this build?” he chuckled. “I’d never do that to you. I know how important your career is to you. You fight for what’s right for this town every day, like it was your own. You’re someone I want in my corner.”
“Are you scared of me then?” I laughed.
“Maybe a little. Only a healthy amount,” he said. He kissed my head and hugged me. “We should get cleaned up. I don’t guess you have a shower in here?”
“Half bath and I had to fight for that. Be my guest.”
“No, you’re coming with me,” he said.
I climbed off his lap, aware that I was sweaty and sticky. I tried to tug my skirt down, gave up and unzipped it and stepped out of it. I’d have to clean up and then put it back on. True to his word, he joined me in the bathroom and with a couple of washcloths, we managed to clean up. He knelt down and washed my belly, my thighs, between my legs, pressed a kiss just below my navel and smiled up at me. I stroked his hair and when he stood, I kissed him. I had to splash off my face and redo my makeup quickly with what I had there—concealer, mascara, lipstick—and brush my hair and pin it up. It was too wild, and only a fairly tight updo would tame it. He stood behind me as I righted my clothes. He kissed the side of my neck and our eyes met in the mirror. I liked this part of the secret affair, the cleaning up together, kissing and touching, everything tender and quiet and sweet. I liked all of it, to tell the truth.
